The Quintet Alliance

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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A very happy night where three lost friends meet again, or maybe the last time. You never know. It was night, the hotel named by beautiful night, yet it wasn't beautiful at all.

A car stops in front of the restaurant, a beautiful women came out of car in her hands there was a little baby boy, a handsome man came beside her and put a hand on her back, smiling at his mother and he's son who came in this world 10 months ago. They both went with smiles plastered on their faces. They got to a reservation table with three chairs in a room. It is one of the most expensive restaurants in London, moon night.

After they seated another person came, her beautiful skin has a light makeup on. She wore a short white dress paired with white shoes. She was a gorgeous woman with a cute baby girl.

She was holding a prom. In the prom there was a cute little baby. She was staring at the stranger with her big doe eyes. The girl started laughing and they all laughed at her cuteness. His mother put him beside her and sat between her best friend and husband.

The restaurant was from when they were children, they love to come here. They even have so many words, quotes, curses written here and there was a painting of them when they were kids. All four of them arms on each other shoulder, smiling brightly like there never going to happen to bad them. Like there was never sadness between them. Only love and friendship.

They were talking about something about her father, he was on a business trip and he would come back in the morning. They all talked about their childhood memories they have, after spending the whole night they all went out of the restaurant and sat in their own car.

It was their best night, yet it became the worst night ever in their life.

His parents were laughing, singing and glancing at him. But suddenly it changes into screaming, crying and pleading to God. The car was hit by a truck and there was no one who could help them. They were alone in abounded forest.

His parents were barely moving, he was crying. But no one came to hear his screaming.

His father got a little conscious, his forehead was bleeding, he opened his eyes and saw his son was crying. He looked at his mother who was all bloody, heads down and clutching him to her heart, his father eyes were wide he started waking his mother, shook her, shout at her but she doesn't or can't respond. His father got out of the car, limping on the road looking for any help but no one came, the truck which hit them was also gone.

His father hears him crying, he pulls him out and tries to shush him. He again tried to shake her up, but it was hard, he felt he was devastated. His mother's head bumped on the car window; his father could see the glass shred was on her forehead. His father put him on the cold road as he cried hard and pulled his mother out and laid her beside him. His father carries him and pulls him in embrace to shush him only his father cries silently and tries to realize the cruel scene in front of his eyes. They were so happy and laughing and now they are crying. His father closed his eyes and clutched him to chest. my beloved wife. his father while clutching him to his heart. Silent tears streamed down his face. Oh Nicholas!

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